Alice's problem was that she never tried to make any progress, constantly writing fluff whenever she could... Melina quickly gave up on agonizing over what people around her thought:
"I don't care what she writes, as long as my agreement with her..."
"What agreement?" Elizabeth elegantly raised her chin, her slender fingers intertwined, her golden eyes flashing with a gleam as she asked softly, "Can we know?"
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